On an unusually clear day in West Hollywood last week, Janice Min took a seat at the Soho House, the full expanse of the Hollywood Hills serving as a backdrop for lunch. It was odd to see Ms. Min, a fixture of Manhattan magazine publishing, here in a city that has been accused of reading little more than the large type plastered on vanity billboards lining Sunset Boulevard, which lies below us.
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